Aniruddha Pathak

The Scare-Crow's Wondering Aloud - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Lone, friendless here, what’ll I say to my crowd? What’ll I do with this supprest rage a stroud? Doing a job that would ne’er make me proud, To scare friends my own from this field well ploughed.The scare-crow stood open mouth, ne’er allowedTo open heart, speechless still made me proud: Worried of brotherhood, the avian crowds, Worried too of clear skies shorn of rain clouds: Ah, hungry mouths all around, me unmoved, Who shall I scare should they die, me in shroud? Me, mute in a sprout-less field in hope sowed, Me, without my winged friends, crying aloud!

Thine duty ‘tis to do, make thine self proud, Someone is there to worry for the crowd._______________________________________ ______________ This little scare-crow is split apart on the call of duty on one hand and heart-felt concern about his winged friends, against whose very interest he has to work. He is concerned about the clear, cloudless skies. If it does not rain what his friends would do? And with no crop, if it should not rain, what will he guard, and against whom? He is lost amid these sentiments, and a voice comes from afar, telling him, his duty is to do his job, never to worry about the outcome. For, there is someone else who has volunteered to worry.

The scare crow’s single-minded worry about his avian friendsis expressed here through all the fourteen lines ending in a single rhyme. _____________________________________________ _____________________ - Sonnets | 09.04.11 |